A Special Treat for Next Week

Alright kats and kittens, I'm here to introduce you to something that's going to be happening here at Fists With Your Toes next week. Something I think you'll all enjoy.

Let's face it, the best stories on this blog and in real life are about getting fucked up and doing stupid shit.

Whether its throwing up somewhere you shouldn't, hooking up with people you shouldn't, or just causing general mayhem and madness, it happens to the best of us.

Well, next week, I will be counting down the five drunkest nights (or days) of my life. I will start with number five on Monday, and lead you down the path of failure all the way to the number one drunkest night of my life, and the aftermath.

While I know you will be waiting with baited breath until then, here is a brief description of several nights that didn't make the cut:

• Four days in Boston where me and three other people drank 13 fifths of liquor, just in our rooms, not counting going out to bars, which we did every single night.
  
• Several nights where I hardly remember anything except for the first drink, then being bent over a trash can puking my guts out.
  
• A few recent trips to Blacksburg, where I've blacked out most of the day, harassed friends' wives, and had long deep conversations with people that I don't remember seeing.
  
• "Moonshine Mondays" as we used to call them back in college, that usually resulted in waking up too drunk to drive to class.
  
• A trip to the Northern Virginia Brewfest.

Some of those stories I will recap at a later date, but they didn't make the cut for one reason or another.

And as good as those ones are, you better believe the five that did make the cut are epic. Epic in both scope and failure.

So until, Monday, go fuck yourself Planet Earth.